Oh! weaklings that we are, strong only in resolves!

it ‘ud be better if folks ‘ud make much on us before hand, istid o’ beginnin’ when we’re gone.   It’s but little good you’ll do a-watering the last year’s crop.’

WHEN death, the great Reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.

Love thrown upon the waters comes again In quenchless yearnings for a nobler life.

IT is a mistake to suppose that relations must of course love each other because they are relations.

If we cannot love unconditionally, love is already in a critical condition.

CAN the last parting do much to hurt such friendships between good souls, who have so long learnt to say farewell, to love in absence, to trust through silence, and to have faith in re-union?

FRIENDSHIP improves happiness, and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy, and the dividing of our grief.

There are some who think that they should strive to bestow equal love on all, and who on religious grounds avoid particular friendships.   It was not Christ’s way and it ends badly.

THIS communicating of a man’s selfe to his friend works two contrarie effects; for it redoubleth joies and cutteth griefes in halfes.